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de Ian Pooley

Uh, huh-hmm, come on, huh

󠁪ian, don't you quit yet, you got time to kill, son
Fifty for this fit check, sixty for my wristwatch
Driftin' in this Bentley Continental, I might flip, son
Fishin' for attention in my mentions, get your bitch took (Yeah)

I was in the mood to scrap, I don't really give a fuck if he guilty (No, no)
I don't see blues attached, I don't really give a fuck if you friendly (No, I do not)
I face two of myself, I don't care if I come through trippin' (Come through trippin')
You 'bout to lose yourself, playin' catch up with my brothers (You gotta speed up)
If I had time to twiddle my thumbs, then I would come through yo' event
If I call Von, he gettin' it done, I don't even gotta give him the details
You'll rub your eyes when shit get tough, I'm startin' to think you a female
I could buy your life one hundred times with what I done spent on retail

Still cannot quit yet, I got time to kill, son
Fifty for this fit check, sixty for my wristwatch
Driftin' in this Bentley Continental, I might flip, son
(Alright, the fuck? Alright, come here)
Fishin' for attention in my mentions, get your bitch took (Free my hood, nigga, fuck your hood, nigga, we'll come extort your hood, nigga, yeah)

Where the fuck is you goin', lil' boy? Come here (Come here, come here)
It's 2024 and this nigga got Champion on, I know he don't got no gear (His broke ass)
I got a flash on the Glock, when the fuck boy seen it, he froze up just like a deer (Bitch, come here, his bitch ass)
I'm in the Airbnb with two hundred white hoes, I told ian, "Come, get near"
Caught him in traffic, put Drac' all in his shit, his bitch ass couldn't even steer (Come here, grrah)
I'm off drank and ian finna piss me off, keep tryna give me a beer
One of the opps like forty, I don't give a fuck, his old ass dyin' this year (For real)
We put his ass in the sky, he ain't comin' back, you would think he was flyin' Frontier
Bounce out on the opps with this big-ass ARP, I was aimin' this bitch at his ear (Come here)
You would think we got in a car accident, the way that I'm hittin' this bitch from the rear
If I had opps in the 1500s, I'd slide on a horse with a Glock and a spear (You know that)
Hit his ass twenty-two times with a 509, they say his condition severe (Die, die)
I still be spinnin' they block, nigga, fuck my opps, I promise, I'm makin' that clear (Fuck my opps)
We Toss Gang, nigga, go ask 'bout us (Go ask), we make our opps disappear (They dead ass)
Forever gon' stick to the code (Know that), when I get in that room, I act like I can't hear
I was so happy when one of the opps had died, I damn near shed a tear, nigga (For real)

Still cannot quit yet, I got time to kill, son
Fifty for this fit check, sixty for my wristwatch
Driftin' in this Bentley Continental, I might flip, son
Fishin' for attention in my mentions, get your bitch took (Yeah)

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